I knew this moment will come someday
But i never knew it would in the month of May
To measure my joy you'll need a jar large as the sky
Because not so often do i feel this high
Eachday of my life is an hour of poetry
I task so much thinking of a story
Now my efforts has finally paid off
My writing has grown with so much buff
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem